The weather had finally turned a bit cooler, and the sounds of the almost-fall garden (bees buzzing lazily around the basil and the begonia blossoms, crunchy yellow leaves already underfoot from the birch trees) wafted through the wide-open windows of Rabbit’s tea shop, where they mingled with the scents of drying lavender and herbs, fragrant teas, and carrot-cake squares.

(September 2023)

Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr

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